Disha's POV
"Oh my god Disha I still can't believe you are getting married."
"Mia it's mehandi ceremony not the wedding" I point out. Today is my mehandi and I am very nervous. I can't believe that in few days I will be wife of vihaan.
"But it will in few days and I always used to think that you will be the first one to get married among the both of us but I never thought it would come true. My assumption for both the things came true."
"And what is your next assumption?" I ask. I am grateful that Mia is taking my attention away from the girls who are making me ready.
"That you will marry vihaan. Duh"
I roll my eyes at that. I also knew that I will marry vihaan. And these few months he have been controlling his anger. He did get angry in those months but would always control it and I am so happy for that.
"Done" I hear one of the beautician say. I remove my eyes from Mia and gaze at myself. They had gave me a natural look with my eyes having pink eye shadow and mascara making my eye lashes more big. My lips are painted in a baby pink lipstick.
I have a mogra flower design maang tikka (It is a piece of jewellery typically worn on the forehead. It is composed of a chain with a hook on one end and a pendant on the other). My ears are adorned by a mogra design earrings. Same with bangles and rings. My hairs are down having big waves.
"Your dress is in the closet" I nod at the beauticians. They are the same girls which came on my birthday to get me ready. I turn around and make my way to the closet.
As soon as I enter the walk in closet I get awestruck. I roam my fingers lightly on the white colour lehenga. The skirt has big flowers in red and gold colour printed. The dupatta has the same printing while the blouse (crop top which leaves the midriff bare) is in pink colour and is sleeveless.
"You are looking so beautiful" I hear Mia say as soon as I come out of the closet. I blush and start playing with my engagement ring.
"Let me click a photo." Immediately a light of the camera flashes on me making my eyes close.
"Thankyou" I say to the beauticians.
"Pleasure is all ours. And thank us when we doll you up on your special day and make you the most beautiful bride" Shruti one of the beautician says making me blush.
"Mam" I turn towards the door.
"Yes shifa." She is the new worker who just have joined.
"Um su-suman aunty is ca-calling the beauticians."
"You don't have to be nervous around me shifa" I say giving her a sweet smile to make her comfortable around me.
"We will be off now" Shruti replies. I nod and thank them one more time.
"What happened shifa?" I ask as she is squirming in nervousness
"Mia mam is also ca-called do-down"
"But why? I want to click some selfies with Disha." Mia whines. I see shifa turning more nervous. There are sweat beads on her forehead.
"We will click afterwards Mia. I think there must be some emergency" I say and see shifa signing heavily as if a great burden is lifted from her shoulders making me giggle.
She pouts but nevertheless leaves. Shifa tailing behind her.
I go towards the mirror and sit on the chair waiting for someone to call me. Me and vihaan can't meet eachother from today onwards. We will now directly see each other on wedding day.

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